Familiar

All problems are relative;
If you could just get rid of your relatives
You wouldn't have so many problems

The Day That Got Away

My phone is on silent
I keep it that way
The day that got away

By Definition

Neurotica
      -- The glamourisation and glorification of the neuroses
                                                    (See Woody Allen et al)

Holler Way

To wake in the death of the city
Tortured by the souring of a party downstairs
And the ever howling sirens
Like God running his finger
Round the rim of a glass
With nothing for it but to rise
On a black empty street sunday
The bus slushing water on my feet
Water from the gutter of the street
Another piss awful day
In the death of the city

Cuckoo

Clockwise. It's a useless term. A term that fogs the mind of me. We're going clockwise around the room, they say. I'm going cross-eyed picturing the hands of a clock horizontally. And what's anti-clockwise? Someone who really doesn't want to know the time? Why can't we just say we're going right? Or left? Or whichever direction clockwise is. We had a good system! Who messed it up with this talk of clocks? Well two can play at that game. Now when people ask me the time, I'll say, hey, it's ten past the right angle. Or, it's perpendicular to six.